At this point, I would rather just lie here and drift off to sleep post orgasm, but you gave me an assignment and I have only halfway completed it. So now I have to drift back up here and try to capture in writing what has taken place in my mind and body.
I have been thinking about what I have read of your chat all evening. I run errands, letting my mind wander along the way. When I have finished them, I go home and have something to eat finally, since I haven't really eaten for some time. I check in briefly online, one of my people is being difficult, but nothing can break my mood.
I am making myself wait; sometimes I like to do that, letting the anticipation build. At one point I realize that my panties are quite wet, and have been that way for awhile. Finally I get ready for bed, washing carefully.
I retire to the bedroom and open the drawer where I keep my toys. Some of them tempt me, but you have told me what you wish me to do, and so I locate only the lubricant. I permit myself only a small amount. I usually don't need much.
I slip into bed naked, and tuck my legs up. I'm right handed; the right hand is the rubbing hand, and I spread the lube between my lips and up to my clit. I like the initial feeling of cold goo, but it quickly warms and becomes slick.
I start with one finger of my left hand as you have told me to do. It is warm and moist inside, and this has nothing to do with the lube. It's all me. I feel how slippery I am, and explore the inside curves of myself.
I start to imagine a scenario in my mind.
You bring me into a room to introduce me to two of your friends. As you make the introductions, you fondle me, touching my breasts. A frown creases across your face.
"What's this? Are you wearing a bra? You know you aren't to wear them unless you go out."
I can feel my face flushing and I say nothing in response.
"Take it off." you say. I turn to leave the room, but you stop me with a hand on my arm.
"No, take it off here. Now. Where we can see you."
I remove my shirt. You sit in down in one of the chairs in the room and your companions also find seats.
"See? It's not really a bra, itβs a camisole." I say. But you say nothing and continue to look at me, waiting. I shift my attention and I see that your friends are also watching and waiting. I pull it off over my head and stand exposed.